Doll With Dead Eyes

You´re my doll with dead eyes
Your bloody ripped off eyes in the mirror
Now you can´t see anything anymore
But I´m sure you couldn´t do it before

I´m not going to waste any drop of your blood
I´ll lick and lick every sweet juice of you
Give me more sweat bloody tears for my pleasure
Feel my pain and eat it until you come

In the cremation of holiness there is only void
In the transmigration of lost souls there is no salvation
In the celebration of the chaos there were fallen angels
In the resurrection of draconian times there is no expectation

You´re my doll with dead eyes
Your self loathing is overshadowed by my rage
The mirror shows you just  the reality
I want to go through the mirror and not come back

In the condemnantion of my blood you were there
In the consternation of my pain you salivate
In the construction of my hell you killed yourself
In the destruction of my gifts you whispered

11

Count to 11 before you open the coffin
Breathe one second prior to eat my soul
Death sacrifice for rotten lovers
And a final eulogy making me yearn